( @caxineadh // college au )
“Lydia . . . You won’t pass your finals if you’re DEAD because of starvation.” A tone that sounded irritatingly like her NANNY ( usually it would be a comparison to a mother but it was hard to be nagged by a woman working on her TAN in the Bahamas ). Arms crossed as the brunette lingers by the doorway. Reminded of a little sister she missed, one not allowed to speak to the failed novelist who chose PASSION over practicality. “Take a break, you can help me make actual edible brownies this time around.”











